WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[Quasar]

Originally Posted by Dipper

Fawnsqueak arrived earlier than he'd intended to. He'd set out as dusk settled over the forest and arrived sooner than most warriors would be asleep, so it left him in an awkward position to remember the camp layout on the spot, act like he belonged. (Pretend he didn't used to have an embarrassing crush on Blazingstar.)

(Oh stars. They knew about that, didn't they? That was surely a running gag around here.) ...Running gag also seemed like a recurring joke they'd have, and he even wanted to indulge the meta-commentary about how his mind was running but that too was another stupid WindClan pun. Okay. No. No more of that.

He was here for their medicine cats. (Should've thought this through.) However, he merely stood like a dope in camp entrance as he scanned for where they'd be, fleeting memories of their faces and pelts. SHOW ME YOUR MEDICINE CATS. Probably not an appropriate way to approach. Nervous energy radiated off of him.

(They knew about the Blazingstar thing. He was convinced. How else would those stares be explained?)

Fawnsqueak took a tepid step forward, then retracted his paw like the camp had bit him. It felt weird to be here without an invitation.


@Mumble

Robinnose perked his ears as he heard approaching pawsteps. Normally, he wouldn't really pay attention to a Cat coming into camp, but he could smell the scent of Riverclan long before he heard the pawsteps. He turned to face the entrance to see...Fawnsqueak? He blinked owlishly as he stated at the medicine cat, who seemed to want to be anywhere but here. He quickly glanced around the camp to see that no one was going up to greet the visitor. Well, that simply wouldn't do! A smile settled on his maw as he padded over to the reddish brown tom, "Well, I wasn't expecting to see you until the next gathering!" he chirped, smiling warmly at him, "What do you need? It'll be my pleasure to help you out" he asked, tilting his head.

Normally cats from other clans didn't really visit another clan because they felt like it, so he knew that there must be something that Fawnsqueak needed. As a sudden realization hit him, he mentally face-pawed. He hadn't even properly greeted the tom! He bit back a huff at his lack of mannered before apologetically gazing at fawnsqueak, "Oh, what was I thinking? Tell me, how are you doing on this lovely evening? May I say, you are positively glowing today!" he purred, sitting down and sweeping his large, fluffy tail over his paws.

[Slinky]

Sproutkit's thoughtful eyes examined the other she-kit for a few moments, nodding and speaking softly, "Nice to meet you." He sat in quiet for a moment before padding closer, sitting at her side and gazing out of the entrance of the nursery, taking a moment before looking back at his new aquaintance, "Are you alright?" He flicked his ear slightly, concern in his gentle, caring tone.

(No worries! I get that!) @Lynxpaw

[Arie]

-- @Rainquail --

Was Beepaw intrigued by her idea? Oh that would be great news! It would be truly great news. If she managed to get a few more onto her idea... that would be so successful she couldn't even imagine it! Oh that would be great. It would be so very great. Collaboratively pushing mentors into rivers. That was her best idea to date! But yeah. She needed an excuse in order to be able to do that out of the fact that Quickass was being well... an ass. However, she had to be nice to Beepaw right? Or well somewhat. "Pfft. Have you ever met Quickass? He deserves to be pushed into a stream! He pushed me in last time. I'd done nothing wrong! and he just decided that I deserved to go hang out in the stream." Was Pumapaw complaining? Most certainly and she didn't exactly care. She could do this all she wanted! It wouldn't have an affect on her. But her? good company? "Oh sure! Do you want to hear how I managed to run over Flintspirit? At the time I ran him over he was still deputy of Thunderclan and all."

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Mumble

Robinnose perked his ears as he heard approaching pawsteps. Normally, he wouldn't really pay attention to a Cat coming into camp, but he could smell the scent of Riverclan long before he heard the pawsteps. He turned to face the entrance to see...Fawnsqueak? He blinked owlishly as he stated at the medicine cat, who seemed to want to be anywhere but here. He quickly glanced around the camp to see that no one was going up to greet the visitor. Well, that simply wouldn't do! A smile settled on his maw as he padded over to the reddish brown tom, "Well, I wasn't expecting to see you until the next gathering!" he chirped, smiling warmly at him, "What do you need? It'll be my pleasure to help you out" he asked, tilting his head.

Normally cats from other clans didn't really visit another clan because they felt like it, so he knew that there must be something that Fawnsqueak needed. As a sudden realization hit him, he mentally face-pawed. He hadn't even properly greeted the tom! He bit back a huff at his lack of mannered before apologetically gazing at fawnsqueak, "Oh, what was I thinking? Tell me, how are you doing on this lovely evening? May I say, you are positively glowing today!" he purred, sitting down and sweeping his large, fluffy tail over his paws.

Fawnsqueak reconsidered the paw step. He could just.. lightly hover his paw over the ground in preparation of putting it there, and when it pressed against the moor, he lifted the other one to do the same. Baby steps. This would eventually land him in the medicine cat's den, maybe by next moon. Not bad. Desperation glowed in his gaze as he raised his head in a statistically puny chance of spotting Coyotesnarl, like he alone was a beacon to call the guy over so he could hide by his side and quietly get where he needed to go without anybody asking questions.

All he saw instead was some.. random tom. Okay. Not Coyotesnarl, but okay.

Uh. Fawnsqueak blinked. That was something. A greeting, theoretically.

"I wasn't.. expecting to see you at all. Who are you again?" He tilted to peer beyond him, wondering a variant of isn't it embarrassing to be seen with me? Maybe this warrior was an outcast too. (Must not know about the Blazingstar thing.) Or he was.

Genuinely friendly?

But that was easily dismissed as improbable. Nothing against WindClan but merely experience coloring how Clans treated uninvited company. (Then again, being invited somewhere? What was that like?) When he chirped something about helping him out, Fawnsqueak could've kicked himself for the instinctively dry answer: "I'd rather stay here, actually. That was the whole point of walking in." Yeah. That kind of thing wasn't funny to everyone. (He should know that by now. Did know that. Defense mechanisms were tough habits to bust.) Watching him, Fawnsqueak expected the discussion after his "what was I thinking" to lead to an introduction, and that.. was a nope. Once again, he was in a stunned blip of silence.

He was. Positively glowing? What did that even mean? Literally nobody--no one in the history of the universe--had ever told him that. Fawnsqueak wasn't equipped for that kind of compliment. "Are you trying to call me pregnant." That was a thing, right? The glowing .. pregnant queen stereotype? God, he must look fat. Hell of a way to break that news to him.

Fawnsqueak was unwavering as he said, "I must have gained some weight since the last time you stared at me during a gathering." Since, y'know, that was how that'd come off. His gathering comment that Fawnsqueak still wasn't quite certain what to make of, but he figured he could at least explore this through sarcasm.

[Confuzzled.Lynx]

Originally Posted by Slinky

Sproutkit's thoughtful eyes examined the other she-kit for a few moments, nodding and speaking softly, "Nice to meet you." He sat in quiet for a moment before padding closer, sitting at her side and gazing out of the entrance of the nursery, taking a moment before looking back at his new aquaintance, "Are you alright?" He flicked his ear slightly, concern in his gentle, caring tone.

(No worries! I get that!) @Lynxpaw

The molly flicked her tail in annoyance. "I'm fine" Blackkit lied.

(Sorry for the short post. I'm a little tired and busy)

[CrystalLune]

twitchkit are you hungry Rosebrook mewed to her adopted kit @Siren Bliss

[Madelaine]

[ @Dovepelt; ]

Twitchkit looked up at his adopted mama with a cute little smile and a purr. He stood up with a twitch and padded up to her. He rubbed his head against her fur.

[CrystalLune]

She rubbed against him too a laid down in the nest. Rosebrook really liked kits and she loved this one like a mom would too her kits. @Siren Bliss

[Quasar]

Originally Posted by Dipper

Fawnsqueak reconsidered the paw step. He could just.. lightly hover his paw over the ground in preparation of putting it there, and when it pressed against the moor, he lifted the other one to do the same. Baby steps. This would eventually land him in the medicine cat's den, maybe by next moon. Not bad. Desperation glowed in his gaze as he raised his head in a statistically puny chance of spotting Coyotesnarl, like he alone was a beacon to call the guy over so he could hide by his side and quietly get where he needed to go without anybody asking questions.

All he saw instead was some.. random tom. Okay. Not Coyotesnarl, but okay.

Uh. Fawnsqueak blinked. That was something. A greeting, theoretically.

"I wasn't.. expecting to see you at all. Who are you again?" He tilted to peer beyond him, wondering a variant of isn't it embarrassing to be seen with me? Maybe this warrior was an outcast too. (Must not know about the Blazingstar thing.) Or he was.

Genuinely friendly?

But that was easily dismissed as improbable. Nothing against WindClan but merely experience coloring how Clans treated uninvited company. (Then again, being invited somewhere? What was that like?) When he chirped something about helping him out, Fawnsqueak could've kicked himself for the instinctively dry answer: "I'd rather stay here, actually. That was the whole point of walking in." Yeah. That kind of thing wasn't funny to everyone. (He should know that by now. Did know that. Defense mechanisms were tough habits to bust.) Watching him, Fawnsqueak expected the discussion after his "what was I thinking" to lead to an introduction, and that.. was a nope. Once again, he was in a stunned blip of silence.

He was. Positively glowing? What did that even mean? Literally nobody--no one in the history of the universe--had ever told him that. Fawnsqueak wasn't equipped for that kind of compliment. "Are you trying to call me pregnant." That was a thing, right? The glowing .. pregnant queen stereotype? God, he must look fat. Hell of a way to break that news to him.

Fawnsqueak was unwavering as he said, "I must have gained some weight since the last time you stared at me during a gathering." Since, y'know, that was how that'd come off. His gathering comment that Fawnsqueak still wasn't quite certain what to make of, but he figured he could at least explore this through sarcasm.

At the question, Robinnose let out a small chuckle. How could he forget that? Just because he knew who Fawnsqueak was didn't mean the medicine cat knew who he was. As he sat there, he felt kind of...awkward? To be honest, he wasn't really used to that. Something about Fawnsqueak just seemed so hard to connect with. Though, it might just be the fact that they had never even met before.

"Oh, my name is Robinnose" he responded, sheepishly laughing. Most of the time keeping a conversation was easy for him, but that just didn't seem to be the case this time. Hm. Well, that just meant he could try to find a way to become friends, or just acquaintances, with cats that were more closed off. He merely smiled at the next comment, not willing to give up this early. If this was some sort of special skill that he could gain, he was up to the challenge! "oh, you're right. My apologies!" he responded with a chuckle

His eyes widened slightly at the misinterpretation. Well, that wasn't what he meant! It left him utterly shocked that could be taken so negatively. What was he thinking? He hastily shook his head, "Oh no! That's not what I meant at all! I meant that you just look amazing today! My deepest apologies, Fawnsqueak" he responded, dipping his head. As much as he wished that his harmless comment wasn't taken the wrong way, it helped him understand to clarify what he meant next time he said something like that to another cat.

"Anyways, how is riverclan?" he inquired, cocking his head. He wasnt sure if fawnsqueak would take this as him trying to be nosy or an attempt to pry into Riverclan business, he thought that it was worth a try. After all, what was life if you didn't try anything new?

[Abyssopelagic]

Originally Posted by Arie

-- @Rainquail --

Was Beepaw intrigued by her idea? Oh that would be great news! It would be truly great news. If she managed to get a few more onto her idea... that would be so successful she couldn't even imagine it! Oh that would be great. It would be so very great. Collaboratively pushing mentors into rivers. That was her best idea to date! But yeah. She needed an excuse in order to be able to do that out of the fact that Quickass was being well... an ass. However, she had to be nice to Beepaw right? Or well somewhat. "Pfft. Have you ever met Quickass? He deserves to be pushed into a stream! He pushed me in last time. I'd done nothing wrong! and he just decided that I deserved to go hang out in the stream." Was Pumapaw complaining? Most certainly and she didn't exactly care. She could do this all she wanted! It wouldn't have an affect on her. But her? good company? "Oh sure! Do you want to hear how I managed to run over Flintspirit? At the time I ran him over he was still deputy of Thunderclan and all."

Beepaw had been close to asking about who in the Sam hell "Quickass" was and what business a fully grown cat had pushing an apprentice!!
He sure did deserve it.
"Oh, yes please! How did you dooooo iiiiit?"
She? Outran? A? Deputy?
Whhhaaaaaooooo!